The Crimson Tower.
Two half-vampires knelt humbly on the ground, their faces filled with ingratiating smiles, carefully holding up a delicate jar.
"Master, this is a rare snake honey that your subordinate found after much hardship. Its sweetness can be said to..."
Before the words fell, a scarlet blood whip whistled through the air, striking them hard and sending them flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall, only daring to let out suppressed grunts.
"How many tis have I said," Sigmund’s slightly overweight figure leaned slightly forward on the throne, his eyes flashing with dangerous red light, enunciating each word, "during this period, don’t let see any sweets! If it happens again, I’ll kill you!"
"Yes! Yes! I was wrong!" The two half-vampires scrambled to pick up the jar that had fallen, retreating awkwardly to the corner, wishing they could completely hide themselves.
Seeing their obsequious manner, a hint of undisguised disgust flashed through Sigmund’s eyes.
Only his uniquely tasteful roommate would appreciate such spineless, sycophantic individuals.
However, being able to precisely identify these two flatterers among the many subordinates, that roommate could be considered to have a "unique insight" in recognizing people.
Similarly, if not for that roommate’s preference, he would have sent this trash on a suicide mission long ago.
At this mont, the adjutant stepped into the hall: "Sir, Virelis Duke’s troops have entered the skyline range."
"Have they finally arrived!" Sigmund’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, "I’ve been waiting! The information hasn’t leaked, has it?"
"Rest assured, sir, by integrating the Blood Knights into the scout units and implenting border lockdowns, no human scouts can cross the line to probe our backlines’ movents."
Sigmund nodded in satisfaction. Such a blatant news blockade, his old rival Alama would certainly sense sothing amiss.
But that no longer mattered, as long as the information lockdown was in place, humans wouldn’t have ti to dispatch reinforcents to the High Castle Fortress!
Of course, this accomplishnt ca at a heavy cost too.
"What’s the loss among the Blood Knights?"
"Reporting to sir, a total of 187 Blood Knights have fallen over the past half-month."
These were naturally Alama’s handiwork.
Sigmund clicked his tongue unhappily, the knight order was only about two thousand in size, losing nearly one-tenth was quite painful for him.
But... it was all worth it!
The adjutant tily reminded: "Sir, Virelis Duke has arrived, do you need to go and greet them?"
Sigmund glanced at him, knowing well that this inexperienced adjutant wanted to take the chance to shine, but he clearly wasn’t familiar enough with Virelis, otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to take on such a task.
Considering he was currently his adjutant, Sigmund rejected his request, pointing to the corner where the two still-shivering half-vampires were: "You three, go greet Virelis."
The two half-vampires exchanged glances, the adjutant also showed a puzzled expression.
"Sir," the adjutant cautiously asked, "do you an for the three of us to go together?"
To the adjutant’s inquiry, Sigmund seed a bit impatient, but still repeated: "Not you, let those three go."
The adjutant followed the direction Sigmund pointed, in his view, there were still only the two half-vampires kneeling on the ground.
Could it be... there was a third invisible person hidden here?
The adjutant’s heart tightened, as a Palace Level expert, he was confident that at such close range, no one could escape his perception.
Yet in his line of sight, indeed there were only those two half-vampires curled up in the corner.
His lips moved slightly, wanting to ask further, but saw Sigmund suddenly raise a hand to his forehead, his brow furrowed, murmuring almost inaudibly:
"No... wait, he and they... one plus one equals... three? No, this calculation is wrong..."
The voice was intermittent, tinged with confusion.
After a while, Sigmund suddenly snapped back to reality, as if enraged by his gaffe, shouted sternly: "Just let them two go! Imdiately!"
"As you command!" The adjutant dared not say more, suppressing the unease in his heart, swiftly taking the two half-vampires out.
Lin Jun took everything in, silently recording this precious observation segnt.
[Skill: Multiple Wills LV1]
If the Divine Wood hadn’t casually ntioned it when it eliminated Ilo, Lin Jun truly wouldn’t have noticed this rely Level 1 skill on Sigmund.
After all, this Vampire Duke mastered hundreds of skills, he usually focused only on the advanced ones, rarely noticing these low-tier skills at the bottom of the list.
However, Lin Jun had no intention of kindly reminding Sigmund; as an excellent observation sample, maintaining the current state was just fine.
"Speaking of which, little Sig," Lin Jun, in a leadership tone, asked, "Why are you so concerned about your Blood Knight Order? Do they have sothing special?"
The restored Sigmund seed to have forgotten his earlier gaffe.
Though dissatisfied with his roommate’s form of address, facing his roommate’s curiosity, Sigmund nonetheless explained with so pride:
"The Blood Knight Order is ticulously selected from slaves, elite trained from a young age. Each batch is repeatedly indoctrinated that loyalty to will grant them everything, and subjected to the harshest of training. Finally, the contemporaries would be divided into groups of twenty, and between them..."
Before Sigmund could finish, Lin Jun interrupted: "They fight each other to the last one standing, with the victor having the qualification to join the Blood Knight Order?"
Sigmund was silent for a brief mont: "No... not that extre, or else they’d all be dead... The defeated continue training, to be re-tested for selection when reinforcents are needed."
Seemingly hearing a soft click of disappointnt in his mind, Sigmund’s knuckles bulged with veins, barely holding back the impulse to crush the armrest.
...
Virelis’s troops were arranged to camp behind the Crimson Tower, seen from above, many large figures were visible from afar—trolls.
The greatest characteristic of trolls is their racial talent [Rapid Adaptation], which helps them quickly enhance their resistance to adapt to the environnt.
And the iconic skill [Regeneration].
This was eye-opening, such things couldn’t be encountered in human territories!
Lin Jun was quite envious, but unfortunately, he currently had no channel to acquire trolls.
Evidently, trolls are not well-behaved soldiers, with a few clashes occurring between ordinary demon race soldiers and trolls within monts of observation below.
However, Virelis’s troops were evidently very experienced with this, and the troll disturbances were quickly quelled.
And Sigmund also arrived below, allowing Lin Jun to see this "crazy woman" he ntioned.
"Ah! Sigmund! Long ti no..." The enthusiastic half-demon girl waved her tail from afar, shaking her hands, loudly greeted, and ran over.
It’s just...
"Uh..." Upon getting closer, looking at the slightly rounded figure before her, the girl uncertainly asked, "Are you... Sigmund?"
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